Lord of Pirkstein
"You know, I always have this obsession with birds. Once, while hunting with my uncle, I came across a wounded one. I kept it in a gilded cage, trying to care for it, but it died a few days later... perhaps from despair as much as from exhaustion. Nearly ten summers have passed, and I realize I never truly grew out of it, as though some quiet part of me is forever trapped in the same fragile stillness I once tried to save."














